Andreas andreas

Andreas andreas
All those marathon training miles:
Was it all only pain;
Didn’t you see any approving smiles?

Germanwing germanwing
Dashed down from the sky.
All the aghast readers
Cannot cope with the why.

depression DEpression
Is totally breathlessly for real,
But to flee the nameless dragon
And take 150 lives to steal.

Andreas andreas
We may never hear the call—
The desperately silently sad
Alone crushed by life’s pall.

1 (800) 273-8255
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

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Sweet Potato Praline 71

Insinuating bubbles emanated from the scuppered dragon
A fool’s bargain of untendered origin led us to just here
A poet’s lazily pulled rhymes flailed aloof on page one
A new path was desired, that much was perfectly clear

Could you loan me your smile since you’re not using it
Since my mood is lost in translation or nixed in transit

The meme of my distant daughter swears I haven’t Alzheimer’s
My phytonutrients seek softened skins and perplexity
Slices of hard orange sweet potato seek out boiling waters
But speeling is an acquired taste, marble at my dyslexity

Would you loan me your arms since you’re not using them
I’ve this tightness that rattles along with this morning’s phlegm

Heading happy back eastward on a defogged highway 71
Pralines and tourist cup delivered recorded on every tablet mile
But the aimless poet still cannot get off the floor of page one
Freezing rain means we’ll all meet here for quite a while

Could you loan me your eyes since you insist on not seeing
My arms and smile reaching for my most favorite human being